Luyện nghe bài hát Who U Rep With

[Verse 1 -
Hats off, to da ones who flash and floss
Pour liquors out to my dogs trapped up north
Reminisce on the who no longer exist
Only wishin' we could bring back with songs like dis
Old flicks on us chillin' wit da old time
Holdin' nines, of death, not our lives we risk
How it use to be, early morn, pumpin' in
Jakes wit pale in the night is the scariest
They handcuff me, they knew my government and
Various calls were made up for us
The D's in the marked and cabs
In our land, hoodrats get by niggas who forty
out young lady's and make them make thoughties
Got coked out, the hood is bugged out
Thug babies, in they strollers
Before walk they knew the hood talk
It's in the air of New
So everybody'll em up, kissin em up
Treatin' them like they own, in dis hood we call
Fist fight till we grown and these come out
Circle of life, kinda deep how we end out.

Yo them niggas that beef before
Don't want no no mo
Now that know who I rep with
QB NIGGA!!!
Who I rep
QB NIGGA!!!

2 - 50 Cent]
Ya'll niggas better sober up before ya'll speak to me, don't come at me
Last rapper that raised his to me, got japped in da eye
Now if I say I'm gone get you, get ya
On da of da inf, from long range I can hit ya
You out them niggas who wit ya ain't even wit ya
After da gem stars split ya, you need an MD to ya
how I use words to paint pictures
Peep how I got niggas with bodies askin' me for ten to got hit ya
Look my name up in the law book, Jackson
Known for creatin' action, by clappin'
Nigga I stay strapped, so much I nickname
Got a tech I Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two niggas went to see Allah afta they her
This QB shit, to take me to da next level
Next crib, Benz, next bitch, next bezel.
It's real.

[Verse 3 - (Millennium Thug, Horse, Jungle, Wiz)]
Yo, aiyyo, who da wanna war
I got a four four, pierce niggas jaw
You see me out, iced out, Guinness Stout
Hopin' out the wit da gun out
Smack man down, you ran off
I was hit him with two, I left some for you
I put four, QB and raw
I got somethin' for these rap cats, fish back gats
Scope wit a on it, loc put your cream on it
don't scheme on it, I make your dream about it
Forever, whatever get gully
Shots your leather and clothe, With your skelly off
Break ya'll off
Yo hollow tips flood your jacket, I don't give a fuck who you be
Millennium Thug, now who da fuck it with me.

I mastered the art of slap boxin' niggas in da
QB's big man, of the Bravehearts
I'm da Sasquash of rap, collector of
Testin' macks at your vests and hats.

How bout that, guns bust off, I back
When trucks backfire, I bust
How that, stomp a muhfuckin' rib out ur back
Ya'll niggas ain't gangsta rap, ya'll click like Josey and the
we come around da front, stop.

Uh huh, ya'll can't fuck ya'll get dropped
guns pop, who's tellin'
Twin barrel nines and yellin', QB NIGGA WHAT
Two-time felon, straight to da melon, to da dome
a nigga back, get da shells, go straight home
Never slip, my +Ill Will+ to survive is so
Can't sleep, cousin to death, makes me
Pullin' at my shadow, Bravehearts pop up
Wiz, and Horse shot your block up.

2]
Them niggas that war before
Don't no war no mo
Now they know who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!
Who I rep wit
QB NIGGA!!